Chapter 93

Lily Savigny's nails dug deep into her palms.

She didn't dare meet Adrian Roland's bloodshot gaze.

If the truth came out, everything she'd carefully built would crumble.

The ringing phone came at the perfect moment.

She practically fled to the corner to answer. "Hello?"

"Lily, it's Felix." The voice belonged to the 4S shop employee.

Her chest tightened. "What is it?"

"Mr. Roland is investigating the repair records from that car accident six years ago. I remember you handled it..."

Her breath hitched. "The documents are lost."

"What? How could such important files—"

"I said they're lost!" Her voice rose sharply before she hastily lowered it. "Sorry, I've been emotional lately."

Felix hesitated. "You seem... resistant to this matter?"

Lily's eyes darted. Her tone instantly softened. "I'm pregnant. The doctor says the fetus is unstable..."

"Oh! Don't worry, I'll tell Mr. Roland we couldn't find anything."

Hanging up, she exhaled in relief.

When she turned around, the rooftop was empty.

......

Night deepened.

Stella Valentine stood by the window, watching the black Maybach enter the hospital grounds.

Her phone screen lit up: 【I'm here】

Her fingers trembled slightly as she replied: 【Okay】

The room plunged into darkness.

The sound of the turning lock was unnervingly clear.

A familiar scent enveloped her as she was pulled into warm arms.

"Stella." His voice was rough.

She parted her lips, unsure what to call him.

"Call me Mr. Alistair." He read her hesitation. "I like hearing you say it."

"But—"

"Mr. Alistair has another meaning." His lips brushed her ear. "Husband."

Her entire body stiffened.

"Today's incident with Victor won't happen again." His arms tightened, carefully avoiding her injuries.

"Adr—"

Feeling her tension, she corrected herself: "Mr. Alistair."

His low chuckle vibrated against her. "Sounds perfect."

"Your cologne is too strong."

"I'll use less tomorrow." He kissed her hair. "Is Luna asleep?"

At the mention of their daughter, Stella's voice tightened. "Can you find out who hurt her?"

"You know the answer." He sighed. "There are no cameras near the estate."

"So Lily gets away with it?" She shoved him away abruptly. "Martha, your parents, my father—"

"Stella." He captured her shaking hand and pressed it to his chest. "I swear you'll see them pay with your own eyes."

"How?"

"Give me time." Suddenly he scooped her up. "The moon is beautiful tonight. Let me show you the stars."

Striped shadows from hallway lights fell across his mask.

Studying his tense jawline, she whispered, "What if... just what if I don't have much time left?"

"Then we'll treat every day like the last." He looked down at her. "Starting now—focus on the stars."

Night wind tousled her hair.

His embrace was so warm it made her want to cry.